Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.